We had frozen pizza and garlic knots for dinner on Tuesday night. I wasn’t terribly hungry and didn’t eat a whole lot, at least by my standards. Around 10:00 PM we went to bed, with a two-hour delay already called for Wednesday, and I commented to my wife that I actually felt more full at 10:00 than I had after dinner. And that was an accurate description of how I felt– I wasn’t in pain, particularly; I just felt like I had overeaten. A lot. And it had been a good three hours since I’d had any food, and I hadn’t had a ton of food to begin with.

I, uh, don’t remember a whole lot in between that and waking up around 9:30 this morning? I mean, I clearly managed to call in sick a couple of times and do lesson plans and such, but I was probably asleep for 80% of Wednesday and I mean asleep asleep, not just, like, tossing and turning. I just got out of the shower, the first I’ve had since Tuesday morning, and I’m pretty sure my humanity is fully restored at this point, but holy shit the last couple of days have been unpleasant, and the amount of material that has come out of my body in that time has been genuinely unnatural.

So. Yeah. This was supposed to be a four-day week, then a day got cancelled, then I called off sick, and I guess I’ll go in to work tomorrow? I was supposed to ironman my way through January and not take any days off and it looks like I’ve blown that, but … yeah, I suspect toughing it out and going to work would not have been a good idea.

So what’d I miss?